Because Vlad is Putin everyone in their place.
I don't know. Let me think. *pictures self riding jet ski made of bones through space*
Let's get on the ship, men!
Crimea River
Umm... I don't know... I've got nothing.
This place feels earie.
Bakeries, there are brownies and crackers there and yet they never fight.
Vlad The Inhaler.
By looking over your shoulder.
Nuked